Funny Spring Allergy Memes Novels & Stories

Summer's voice made him blink, "is all this food safe? I mean, no almonds or shrimps, right?" Louis' eyes were as wide as they could be. He knew that Sky was allergic to almonds. It was very possible that it was inherited to Summer. But shrimps? Why was Summer afraid of shrimps? "What's with the almonds and shrimps?" Louis acted stupid. "They're bad, Uncle. They can make me itchy and short of breath." Louis tried not to change his expression. However, his mind was too noisy with questions. His forehead frowned even more.

He took a better look. Noelle seemed to notice John's uneasy frown at the moment. She inquired, "Mr. Xenos, what's wrong?" John had a rash on his neck, and his cheeks were flushed. He instinctively scratched his face, but he insisted, "I'm fine. I'm just slightly allergic to pollen." He recalled taking his allergy meds before lunch, yet his allergies still acted up. Shocked, Noelle wondered aloud, "Do you have a pollen allergy? Goodness. What do we do? I wouldn't have picked this cafe for lunch if I had known!"

Outside of him. I even managed to laugh at something on my phone—a meme about houseplants having trust issues. It felt good to laugh, like remembering how to use muscles I’d forgotten I had.

“It's embarrassing, honestly.” “You love it.” “I tolerate it.” “You're crying.” “I am absolutely not crying.” I glanced at him. His amber eyes were a little too bright. He cleared his throat and looked away. “Allergies,” he said. “Right.” “Pollen.” “Of course.” “It's the season.” “It's spring inside a former curse. There's no allergies, Keanu.” “Don't ruin this for me, Leah.” I laughed, letting myself lean against my brother's shoulder for a second while the convoy disappeared completely. His hand came up and rested on the top of my head.

Sutburg was filled with flowers in spring, petals flying toward us in the wind, pink, white, and many other colors. Some flowers landed on my shoulder, and I thought to myself that I had made it through winter. And finally, my spring was here.

she muttered and sneezed. Then again. And again. Her body shook as the sneezing turned into wheezing, her breath catching in her throat. Just then, Mason walked into the room. “Mel, what’s wrong?” he questioned, alarmed. She looked up at him, struggling to speak, covering her nose with one hand and pointing at the bouquet with the other. “Get it out of here, I’m allergic,” she managed to say. Mason’s eyes widened. “Fucking hell!”

He nodded, and I continued, “Do you remember the times I teased him about this because he loved strawberries so much but he couldn’t eat them—” “Yes, because his lips would swell up like a balloon.” “That was a horrifying sight, though . . . and then his throat would itch. God, this is horrible! We’re remembering him through his allergy.” We laughed. Dad said, “I miss Mason on days like this.” “On days like this?” He gave a slight nod. “You’re in the house. And if he was here, we would’ve spent most of the night watching comedy movies or playing UNO.”

“Oh thank God, backup. Jackson, explain memes to your boyfriend. He doesn’t understand why anyone would care about a woman yelling at a cat.” “It’s not that I don’t care,” Frost protested. “I just don’t understand the context. Is this a human realm inside joke? Did something happen with this specific woman and cat?” I couldn’t help but laugh, dropping my bag by the door. “Frost, it’s just a meme. It doesn’t have to make sense. That’s kind of the point.” “But—” “Nope.” Maya held up a hand. “We’re moving on. Next meme.” She scrolled down, and Frost leaned in closer, his expression adorably perplexed.

“Is there shrimp in this?” Jayden looked between me and the dish in front of us, confused. “Well, yeah, of course. Don’t you like shrimp?” “Damn it, Jay. I’m allergic to shrimp!” I stood up abruptly but only managed to sneeze—twice, back-to-back, like my body was putting on a show. I waved frantically at one of the servants. “Get my Claritin, please!” The poor woman bolted off as if her life depended on it.

He was the kind of guy who'd crack a joke at a funeral and somehow make it appropriate. "You look like you've been crying‚" he said to me‚ and the bluntness of it caught me off guard. "Allergies‚" I said. "At this time of the month?" "I'm allergic to ‘this time of the month.’" He laughed. Silvia looked at me sideways with that expression she got when she knew I was lying but wasn't going to push it in front of someone else. "So‚" Jace said‚ leaning forward on his elbows and looking directly at me with those warm brown eyes. "I have a question for you‚ Aria."